Thrust Upon

This was a draft 3 years ago, back when I had the time and the energy to blog on a semi-regular basis but I've edited it and added some thoughts in a brief snippet.

I wouldn't mind the holidays if it they weren't ubiquitous and omnipresent. You can't get away from the music and/or the advertising. It isn't even a religious issue either. It's more of a piece of mind issue. Everybody wants to have their cake and eat it. And you can, it's easier than ever to have everything you've ever wanted within reason at any time of year, not just during the holidays.  We are spoiled rotten and we love it.  I really don't care that I'm going from the first to third to first person extemporaneously, it's just gonna happen.  I feel like we take the condition for granted. I'd like people to be happy, but we put value on everything. I am a polarizing consumer - I either go overboard or don't give enough. I used to get anxious and stressed out over something that's trivial. I wish I could be great by satisfying everyone's needs and in the process, help the needy, but I am just a mortal man. I'll do my best and try not to be too selfish.  I may contradict myself but it's all just gray area at this point.  The holidays are for the kids and the kid in all of us.  The romantic iconography that litters the landscape, learn it, live it, love it.  But take a deep breath and don't get overzealous and envelope yourself in it like a freshly wrapped gift.  Just throw yourself in a bag with tissue paper so you don't smother others with your sheer joy.

Cutting Crew - An Emasculating Experience

I've come to a point where I've written in so many mediums, I forget what I have discussed. I have probably discussed my lifelong disdain for haircuts. You see, I am hairy everywhere, it's the gorilla in me. I went for a haircut shortly after work. It's 10 minutes of my life I'll never get back, but I'll relive this event every 8-12 weeks for the rest of my life. I can empathize with the inventor of the Floabie - there have been times I've wanted to vacuum my hair. Why stop there? Add a shampoo component and it would be the total package.

You see I go to Supercuts. Don't let the marketing fool you, it's the Russian Roulette of hairdressing. It would be too easy to make a Plaxico Burress joke, but I don't roll like that. Instead I'll spread some knowledge about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. To prevent the jelly from bleeding through the bread on a packed lunch, lightly toast the bread before you spread it. Who said I don't have tips? Speaking of tips, I'm obligated to tip my hairstylist. I'm not a regular and it seems like there's a revolving door of women that come and go at Supercuts. Could they be hairistas? It's not like the barbershop where change isn't a paradigm shift, it's how much the price of a haircut has changed in 30 years.

I never know how I want my hair cut, I just know that I need it cut. I'd almost welcome it if you knocked me out with a local anasthetic and went to town. I'd probably have to sign a waiver if I didn't like it, but I'm hedging my bets at Supercuts. It's not like I'm building a relationship with my hairista. How do I look? How about that mirror? It's like an Orwell Funhouse self-portrait. It's the longest continuous period of time where I look at myself in the mirror. Anything longer than that and I'd have join Narcissist's Anonymous. Maybe it would be worth it for the punch and cookies.

Occasionally Special

This is my first ever mobile blog effort froM my iPhone! Two ironic notes before I proceed - I promote laziness by not going over to the computer which is inches away from me to type this, I also foster poor typing skills, this is literally a wet dream for the collective forefingers of our forefathers that continue to hunt and peck at the keyboard with two out of their ten fingers. Learn to type already ya hosed.

I had planned on blogging on reunions specifically, but why limit myself. Let's discuss special occasions, I realize that all people get to a point in their lives where most of their non-job related social interactions are a series of special occasions - holidays, birthday parties, births, deaths, school related activities, sporting events, etc.. It may seem I'm generalizing, but the truth becomes self-evident as the seminal moments in your life transpire. You get all wrapped up in your own day-to-day life, you struggle to keep up appearances. It the paradox of your social circle - if you keep it small, you are overtly inclusive while on the other hand keeping it too big, leads to an inability to keep everybody content. It's like bubble gum - it's sweet, colorful and sticky, but eventually the flavor fades and the bubble bursts.

Most of your relationships will be come situational because they are easier to manage that way. You'll always wonder why you can't get beyond the figurative threshold (sp?) of your limited engagement. Maybe we are just victims of circumstance, maybe it was just meant to be that way. Maybe I just think too much and suffer from my ideas. Maybe that's not such a bad problem to have.

There is something peaceful about the dark. It's gotta be the throwback in me. Or it could be that I've watched way too much TV in my lifetime. I like to go off on tangents. I am the greatest American hero, believe that if you want to.